Tuesday, August 28, 2012

We're Pregnant!

Yes, that's right, we're pregnant. Oh, we're due in four days. Which very possibly means 11 days.

Cory and I found out that we were expecting our first baby on Christmas Day. Cory likes to take all of the credit, but apparently I'm Fertile Myrtle because we were extremely lucky to get pregnant quickly. Although it may sound bad, after taking the test I did not run to Cory with the happy news. Instead, I  went to church, and I kept my secret to myself for the next three hours. Because, let's be honest, it's a little surreal. After, I pulled him aside and told him the news. I was pretending to take a picture of him, but was actually filming. In the clip, Cory pretends to wipe a glistening tear from his cheek. Do not be fooled, the man is not crying.

I didn't take a pre-pregnancy side shot, but here is one from Tara's wedding. I am very newly pregnant in this shot. In case you were wondering, I haven't been able to fit into that super cute size 2 skirt for many moons.
We told my family with a cheesy candy poster. Now don't snicker, and don't be sour. We're not telling a whopper. We're going to be the Three Musketeers. She might be sweet or he might be Cory Junior, but we won't name it Mike & Ike. The fact is, Delaney may burst around September 1st, cause we're having a baby!  
The next week, we told Cory's family with the estimated due date circled in a calendar I made for his mom of family pictures. My family was absolutely unsurprised, while Cory's family was very surprised.  

Now, for the progression of the belly. I have been horrible at taking regular belly shots. Also, I think my camera mislabeled the dates on some of them...so the labels might be off by a day or so.

I think the cutest stage is the end of the twenties. The beginning sucks because you just look like you  have a food baby. The end looks like you are a beached whale. So after looking like a fatty mcfatfat for 20 weeks, you get about five to eight weeks of having a cute pregnant belly, then you descend into the stage where Cory introduces me as his massive pregnant wife. I told him "massive" is never an okay descriptive word, but he thinks it's "funny."

How far along? 39 Weeks, 3 days
Total weight gain: My doctor is lucky to know that, are you kidding me?
Maternity clothes? No, of course I can still fit into all of my cute jeans and shirts. This is a stupid question.
Stretch marks? Thank you good genes, none!
Sleep: Once I fall asleep, I can get in a good 12 hour stretch, with about 3-4 pee breaks. Yeah, 12 hours...that's embarrassing. It's the falling asleep part that sometimes is the problem. 
Best moment this week: Going on a wonderful date with Cory, hitting the 39 week mark, getting more of the things on the to do list checked off, and counting down for Little Man with Cory. 
Miss Anything? Hands down, I miss my flat abs. And I miss seeing friendly numbers on the scale.
Movement: lots of movement, I'm hoping from the movement I'm feeling that Little Man is anterior...We know he is head down, which is wonderful. 
Food cravings: Nope. 
Anything making you queasy or sick: Nope.
Gender: They tell us it is a boy.
Labor Signs: No, just Braxton Hicks. And the fact that my belly is massive.
Symptoms: I have had a stellar pregnancy, physically. Now that I'm pretty much finished, I have been having back pain and some swelling. Mostly, my symptoms are all mental. I do not "like" being pregnant.
Belly Button in or out? out, flattish
Wedding rings on or off? on
Happy or Moody most of the time: Terrified, but excited.
Looking forward to: Little Man's debut.